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 Hide my book of poems
Raine Blakely
 Posted: Dec 4 2017, 05:01 AM
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Will you ever return?


Details - Raines Journal
This is hidden within the Ellis estate.
Raine's losing his mind, and with that he's trying to keep track of it in some ways at the least. The below is his journal. He's keeping it in poetry because thats easier for him than writing thoughts as just those. At least a poem was something someone would read as art, rather than consider his deep thoughts if this book ever does become found.




Losing my mind - .

I'm losing my mind so I'll keept his just so I know theres still something there for me. When I don't come back from my madness, at least there will be this. If I ever forget, at least I'll remember how I felt.

Who?

I don't recognize those dark eyes anymore.
I don't know who it is looking back at me
There isn't any more light in his eyes
Why did the light disappear?
Why can't I recognize that man in the mirror?

Poison

I feel it burning through me,
Why do you do this so easily?
I'm dying slowly
I can't escape you
You are killing me, like poison.
The worst kind,
The kind that pretends to be beautiful
The worst kind
The kind that I want to drink.
You are poison, and I'm helplessly addicted.

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